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December 10, 2011

Blowjobs On This Blog?

A fellow emailed me recently. It seems that he has written a book, directed at women, all about how to give great blowjobs.

He thought that a guest post from him might be appropriate here.

Silly boy!

This dominatrix can't imagine herself kneeling before a man, taking his worthless little cock into her mouth, swallowing his slime.

She can imagine it for her sissy readers, but she quite sure that their Mistresses are perfectly capable of training their sissys in that particular skill.

Alas, maybe if he writes a book on causing pain to cocks, instead of pleasure, then maybe we could allow a guest post. In the meantime, it seems he is confused about just what proper uses should be allowed for slave cocks.

March 28, 2010

Real Female Supremacy

I know that there are millions of men running around loose in the world seeking to enter into what they consider a 'real' female supremacist relationship. (FLR, FemDom, whatever you desire to call it)

I think that the old adage is true; Goddess could punish a large percentage of these men by giving them exactly what they wish for.

Casual femdom with a play partner, at a party, in the bedroom, or with a professional dominatrix, these forms of femdom can all be amazingly intense, erotic, and shockingly fun! Lord knows that I have more fun playing with the little subbie boys who come to see me than most people would even think it possible to have in one lifetime. I absolutely adore my play, and the people who come to play with me!

That femdom play is not however the same thing as entering into a 24/7/365 female supremacist relationship and in reality, they hold virtually no resemblance to each other.

The male who is in a real female supremacist relationship will truly suffer and he will experience loads of unhappiness. The very nature of a female supremacist relationship demands that her needs, wants, and opinions are important and that his are not. It is no fun to have your needs neglected, your wants denied, and your opinions disregarded. It is especially no fun to be running around fulfilling those of the person who is ignoring yours. That is though precisely what makes it 'real.' If it was all fun and games, all perfectly consensual, all stoppable through safewords and limits it would be exciting and fun, but it would not be 'real' female supremacy.

It might be fun and games to watch as your wife takes a casual lover into her bed, has you dress her for him, and allows you to clean her up afterwards. It might not be fun at all if she explores a serious and loving relationship with another man, cuts you off from sex entirely, and allows you no participation whatsoever in their sexual play. Both could be a part of that 'real' female supremacy, but if she holds all of the power, her slave will never get to decide if she will change the nature of the beast from one to the other.

It might be all in good fun to be bound up, whipped, spanked, and tortured as she sees fit. It might not be fun at all however if she decides that there is no good reason to hide what she does to you from anyone and brazenly acts in ways that allow your family and friends to figure it all out. Again, either of these could be a part of 'real' female supremacy, but he will never get to decide which it will be, and if he thinks that she will not change through the years he is deluding himself.

'Real' female supremacist relationships, as they seem to be desired by so many men do exist. Such relationships can be started, or even created from existing relationships. Men though should understand that it is the real suffering and the real unhappiness that they will feel that make these relationships 'real.'

I know, absolutely, that there are men who can endure such real suffering and abuse, and find tremendous fulfillment within themselves because of it. I know, absolutely, that there are men who can overcome their feelings of unhappiness at what she forces upon them, and find great joy and fulfillment as a result. That does not however mean that they are always happy and always fulfilled. Those feelings exist within such relationships, but so do tremendous amounts of unhappiness and resentment, both of which the male must overcome, along with the rest of the range of negative emotions as he lives a life of obedience.

This post is not meant to discourage anyone from seeking out such a relationship. Indeed, I imagine that millions of men could be quite well adjusted to such relationships. It is however a strong suggestion that those seeking such relationships think about it a bit beforehand. Submissive men longing for that 'real' female supremacy should heed my words:

It will not be what you expect. It will not be a utopia. In a great many ways it will be much worse for you than you can imagine.

I give this warning not only for the men out there searching, but on behalf of the women of the world as well. It is tremendously unfair for a man to promise to become the 'real' slave of a woman new to female domination or female supremacy, and then not follow through on his promise. It happens all the time, and the tremendous disappointment it brings to women keeps millions from ever again attempting to embrace their dominance.

Gents, seek that 'real' experience if you must, but think about it a great deal first. Is it truly what you want? If not, forget the 'real' and just have fun! There is nothing at all wrong with having fun!

Remember, it may be extremely hot to hear her tell you that she will never, ever fuck you again but 40 years of 24/7/365 sexual denial is a very long time.

February 27, 2010

The Third Wheel, Humiliation In Seattle

My wife, her lover, and I were entertaining some new friends for the day, a married couple, new to female domination, but eager to learn more. My wife met them online when they sent her an email with questions about the female supremacist lifestyle. A bit of time, and a lot of emails passed between them, and eventually my wife decided to extend them an invitation to our home.

The day began pleasantly for everyone, we all seemed to be getting along very well and discovered a number of similar interests. The wine flowed and eventually the two partners in each couple drew close. My wife and her lover sat together and playfully snuggled on one end of the couch as our guests did the same on the other end. As my wife doesn't desire such intimacies from me, I sat in a chair opposite. Eventually the talk turned to sex as it is bound to do in our house, and that is when the day changed radically for me.

I don't remember the exact question, but our new friend's curiosity got the better of them and they asked my wife why she decided to take a lover.

While I can't remember the question, I can certainly remember the answer as my wife makes it a point to never soften her words to make them easier for me to hear.

"I haven't been turned on by poor hubby in what seems like forever. There's just nothing about him that I feel sexually attracted to. It's just as well though because he could never please me sexually anyway. He's just plain awful at pleasuring a woman, and I never saw any sign of improvement." She said.

Her words brought an instant reaction from everyone, my wife's lover let out a chuckle, our new friends both turned to me with questioning looks upon each of their faces, and I reddened with embarrassment.

"About four years ago I put an end to that nonsense once and for all. I met a wonderful lover who was able to provide me all the pleasure a woman could want and from the first moment with my new lover I decided that poor hubby had to be banned from my bed and my body." She continued.

By now I was growing even redder, her boyfriend was obviously trying to control his laughter, and our new friends just continued to stare at me. I imagine they were curious as to how someone could be so pathetic as to disappoint my beautiful wife in the bedroom.

"I do let hubby lick my ass once in a great while, but to be perfectly honest, even just the thought of having his cock inside of me or him fondling my pussy disgusts me now." She concluded.

No doubt a bit shocked by my wife's answer, our new friends moved the conversation forward. It wasn't too long though before all the attention was again upon me.

"Sweetheart, I need you to do something for me." My wife said looking straight at me.

"Of course." I replied.

"Now listen carefully, because I don't want you to forget anything." She commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am, I'm listening." I assured her.

"You're kind of a third wheel here and I'd rather it was just the four of us." She said.

I nodded in reply so she would know that I was paying close attention as needed.

"Go into the kitchen and get some empty water bottles in case you need to pee later, then take them and your laptop into your bedroom. When you're done with that you can come out and say goodbye to our new friends. Then I want you back into your room, with the door closed for the rest of the afternoon and evening. You can do some work on your computer while you are in there but I don't want you to come out for any reason, and I want you to be perfectly quiet. I don't want to hear the slightest sound come out of that room. It certainly won't hurt you to skip dinner tonight, but I'll scrape some of our leftovers into your doggie bowl and leave it in the fridge for you. Late tonight, after our friends have left and you hear us climb the stairs and go into my bedroom you can quietly come out, have the snack I'm leaving you and brush your teeth." She ordered.

I again nodded.

"Do you understand?" She quickly asked.

"Yes Ma'am." I answered.

"Good. Don't forget, I want it just like you aren't even here. Now get moving!"

September 27, 2009

An Ego Massage In Seattle

Mistress Milliscent's Erotic Scene

Fem Dom Love vs. Fem Dom Like: Mistress Milliscent Was Right

Thanks Saratoga! One does love reading about herself!

April 11, 2009

A Society of Female Supremacists

A very loyal reader, prisonbitch, asks jokingly in the comments area:

“How do I become a member of C.L.I.T. and/or C.O.C.K.?”

His question does though bring up one of my own, something I’ve wondered about for a long time.

If an internet based organization existed solely for the purposes of promotion of female supremacy, female dominance, would enough people join for it to become effective both in its mission, and in satisfying the desires of its membership?

No fly tying club for you boy, the female supremacist club would suit you much better!

A club that promoted female domination through the education of its members.

If it existed, would you join?

I’m curious. Leave a comment or drop me an email at:

blog@milliscent.com

March 29, 2009

John & Jill, A Seattle Female Supremacy Story Continues

Chapter 2


I am on my hands and knees with my mouth lowered to her feet. Feet encased in black leather, strikingly high stiletto heels. She has come home, come home to me with the scents of sweat and sex perfuming every inch of her taut form.

I am licking those sexy shoes, shoes that scream sex appeal, desire. Licking her lovers dried cum from upon them. Sometimes I dream that someday I will be allowed to lick a lovers cum straight from her cunt, but I know that doing so will remain forever a dream. She believes penetrating another to be a dominant act, and she could never tolerate spending a moment with a man who dared presume to be dominant in her lovemaking. I have no doubt that she will never allow a cock, any cock to enter her body, her cunt or her mouth.

Her lovers are submissives. Boys allowed to pleasure her and if they are very good cum upon her heels or in her panties. She would never stoop to giving reciprocal sexual gratification, never allow herself to pleasure any cock.

In a perverse way I feel honored to be licking her lovers cum from her heels, honored to be the man whom she comes home to after being pleasured by another, honored to have her think me worthy of such humiliation at her hand. I also must find myself grateful to take a mans cum only in my mouth, for I know that I could be having my ass filled with it as she has from time to time remarked about the possibilities of finding a strapping fellow willing to rape my hole as she laughs at the show we would provide. I know that she is capable of such cruelty, and can never assume that someday it shall not come to pass.

“Be certain to lick up every morsel, I would hate to think of myself walking around in shoes stained by a bit of cum you missed.” She says as my tongue continues it’s cleaning routine.

My cum licking duty completed I was allowed to kneel up, my face very near her divine crotch.

“Did you think about me while I was away?” She asked.

“Yes.” I stated while remembering my excitement tinged with shame.

“Did your pathetic little cock get hard while you thought of another man pleasuring my beautiful cunt.”

“Yes.” I admitted.

“You should have seen how hot I was tonight, I swear that I’ve never been so turned on! He is so good with his hands, his lips, his tongue. I don’t let you even try such things because I know that your efforts would be in vain. You could never please me like other men can.” She said.

I nodded.

“You know that it’s for your own good that I won’t let you near my pussy, won’t let you even try to bring me pleasure. Your efforts would just be so worthless, you could never pleasure me properly, never turn me on like other men can. I’d just have to laugh at your stupid little efforts. You understand that don’t you boy?”

“Of course.” I answered.

“But you like sniffing me don’t you boy? Like the smell of my hot cunt, my cute little ass, the scent of another man’s saliva and sweat on my skin, don’t you boy?”

My face reddened as I admitted that I do love those things.

“You love thinking of me with a lover don’t you boy? Love thinking about his tongue deep in my cunt, love thinking about me screaming in ecstasy, love thinking about me taking pleasure in other men, pleasure that you could never give me, don’t you boy?”

“Yes.” I mumbled.

She turned away from me, placed her hands on the wall in front of her and arched her body so that her shapely ass was in my face.

“Kiss boy. Kiss my ass, lick my lover’s saliva off of it, worship my asshole for it’s the best part of my body for you. I want your tongue to be as soft as a butterfly as it strokes my ass, as it explores my precious hole.” She commanded.

Overcome with passion, desire for her I worked to make certain that I worshiped her ass exactly as she desires, softly, gently. My desire compelled me to take, to eat, to live within her ass, yet as always my control held. She continued speaking as I licked.

“I do love the way you kiss my ass, love the way you embrace my lovers. Your submission to me is beyond compare. I love having you as my little panty waste fag. A real lover you could never be, but as an emasculated little pussy you are the tops!”

As I licked I reflected upon her words. She does love me, but her love is conditional. I love her unconditionally as a good slave husband should; she loves me conditionally as a great Mistress Wife should. She loves me not for some ephemeral ‘who I am’ but for what I give her, for my obedience to her whims, for my acceptance of her desires, for my encouragement of her outside lovers. If I stopped pleasing her in these ways she would stop loving me. That is exactly how it should be.

“Touch yourself little boy, cum for me. Spill your disgusting slime from that tiny little thing you call a cock. Just be sure to lick it all off the floor when you are done! It’s funny you know how some people always assumed that Men were the stronger gender. Just think about yourself. I’m off with other men while you lay in bed with a plug up your ass. I’m exploring my sexuality however, whenever, and with whomever I desire while you do nothing but pull on your own tiny cock. I come to you with other men’s cum on my clothes, their sweat and saliva on my skin, you lick their cum their fluids off of me, then for desert, your own off the floor. The stronger gender? Ha! You are so inferior to me I don’t even think it can be explained.” She said.

As always her words had an intoxicating effect upon me and I found my cock spurting its mess in large droplets on to the floor. She laughed then slowly walked away as I bent to lick up every last drop.

March 28, 2009

John & Jil, A Story Of Domination

Chapter 1

I’m alone with my thoughts. I know that I’ve been kept this way for a very long time now, surely a good many hours, but how many hours I have no way of knowing. During this ordeal my perception of time is distorted, malleable, changeable. I know that when my mind is focused upon the discomfort and pain my body is experiencing time for me slows, crawls forward so slowly that its passage cannot be marked. I also know that when my mind is focused upon excitement and lust time quite literally rushes to meet it’s inevitable future. Six hours, twelve hours, a day, perhaps more? I fear that I have no ability to know as my mind alternates between pain and lust, discomfort and passion.

The only thing I truly know is that she likes me this way, at this moment she wants me this way, and that I am this way because my life is devoted to obedience, obedience to her commands. She is my wife, beautiful, selfish, cruel, yet in her unique way loving and delightful. A ball-busting, emasculating, bitch, perversely the perfect wife for me.

She has left me lying upon my bed, face down, spread eagled, with a large mound of pillows beneath my hips serving to raise my ass high into the air. My arms and legs are of course bound to my bedposts, her stout leather cuffs and straps holding my body exactly where she wants it to be. My body aches from lack of movement, my muscles need movement, need stretch, but of course that is of no concern to her. Her concern only that I be firmly held in the position she desires.

My jaw aches from the pressure caused by the large ring gag she inserted between my teeth. A gag not used so much to keep me quiet, but rather for the discomfort it causes, and the open an available state it keeps my mouth in. I know that she likes my mouth held open for whatever she may desire to place within it for me to swallow, her spit, cigarette ashes, piss, a lovers cum.

My asshole, fuckhole in her dialect, is also forced open, filled with a large and painful plug, a dildo of her choosing held in place by a thick leather strap. Lack of movement causes discomfort in my limbs, the plug a good deal of pain in my ass. Like my mouth though she likes my asshole to be open and available to her. A frequently used and stretched hole eager to accommodate whatever plug she may desire to fill it with or strap-on dildo she may want to fuck it with. She is a caring wife, she knows that sex is vitally important to a man, so while she does not allow me to fuck her, she is kind enough to bend me over and brutally fuck my ass quite regularly.

A catheter runs from my bladder, through my cock. An important measure to ensure that I don’t have to wet my bed while she is out on her ‘date,’ spending time with, enjoying, being pleasured by her latest male conquest.

I can’t escape my pains, forget my bounds, stop feeling my penetrated ass. These things are on my mind, but can’t fully occupy my mind for they compete with thoughts of her and thoughts of her adventures elsewhere.

Before she left me she came to me wearing nothing but a sexy bra and panty set, spoke to me gently, in her own way showing her love for me and the importance our relationship has for her.

“I know you wish that you could touch me, pleasure me. Touch and lick my tits, my cunt, bring me to orgasm. That dirty male mind of yours probably even wishes that I’d stroke you; use my body to make you cum. Poor little boy, I don’t want any of those things. I love the fact that my body is off limits to you, that my little slave husband is all tied up here at home while another man is allowed to pleasure my body, to touch me in ways that you never are. Think of me while I’m gone, think of his mouth kissing my nipples, his tongue upon my clit and deep in my cunt. Think of me cuming with him, remember that I’ll never cum with you. Think of me touching his cock, letting it rub against my body, all the things that pathetic little stick of yours never gets to experience.” She said.

Her little speech before leaving now seared into my memory, as I have indeed been able to think of little else while I’ve been bound here.

Seconds before she left the house she poked her head into my bedroom saying “You are a very obedient boy, maybe when I get back I’ll give you a nice treat, let you lick my ass.”

Her glorious ass, my favorite thing in the world of course. Her tiny asshole, heaven when my tongue is upon it. The only part of her body that I am permitted to ever touch in an erotic way. I am sad that I can’t touch more of her, but thrilled to be permitted such a wonderful indulgence. Perhaps I will get to place my mouth upon it when she returns, perhaps not, she does love the word maybe.

I imagine that people could think that I have a hard life, that she is overly abusive, that I am suffering. Alas I do suffer, things are hard sometimes, but I delight in it all! I love her selfishness and her cruelty, find pleasure in her torments. I chose my life as her abused husband and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I certainly knew what a relationship with her would entail before we ever became a couple for she is the Chair of C.L.I.T. Commanding Ladies In Triumph, and organization that teaches women to be supreme within their homes, and how to cultivate obedient males who are viewed as inferiors within the relationship. I am proud to serve as Executive Director of her organization, and am proud of all the women and men whom we are able to help.

Divorce rates today are so very high because a relationship among equals can never work. A view that both partner’s needs, wants, and desires are somehow equal is a recipe for endless conflict. A relationship in which one person has the right to make decisions, in which one commands while another obeys, is a relationship that promises perfect harmony. I am honored to be a part of a group that teaches women to become that decisionmaker, that teaches men to accept and obey. We are making the world a better, not to mention kinkier place, one man, one woman, one relationship at a time. I know that most people would no longer consider me a ‘real man’ but that’s OK with me because I also know that I am slowly helping to change the definition of masculinity.

February 28, 2009

Hardcore Female Dominance, Questioning In Seattle

One of my correspondents and commenters, Alexis, has a way of challenging me intellectually. This is I know a good thing because a successful life requires thought and an exercised mind is the best defense against loosing touch.

Too many people I think are without intellectual challenge and as a result serious problems crop up in their lives. I fear that some dominant women are especially prone to this lack of challenge. Certainly it cannot be healthy to be completely surrounded by ‘yes men.’

I’ve been reading Alexis a good deal recently, and that reading has brought up some questions that I’ve been pondering. Both the questions and answers below are my own, but Alexis inspired the questions with his own fundamental points, I’ve simply written them as best I’m able from my understanding of his writings.

The questions aren’t about bdsm played for fun, short fem dom encounters, or the physical aspects of SM and fetish. Rather they are about female dominance within a relationship. Female dominance and male submission on a very real and daily basis, at the extreme end of the spectrum. Very, very few people play this way and in such a hard-core manner, but certainly some do. Such relationships are of tremendous interest to me; hence I seldom miss an opportunity to talk with people who live within them, or to think about what is communicated by such folks.

Enough background, the questions I’ve been pondering as of late, and my own thoughts on each. Your own personal answers may differ from mine; I think that is OK, I think that the questions are personal to each of us. I also think that pondering them teaches us something important about ourselves:

Life is filled with danger. Driving a car is certainly dangerous, flying in an airplane much less so, but nevertheless still an activity that carries risk. Sports and hobbies vary in levels of danger from the very little of fly-fishing to the extreme of motorcycle riding. Compared to most sports and hobbies I believe bdsm to be quite safe, especially when the participants are knowledgeable about it. It is not however without risk. A very small number of folks die each year doing some kind of bdsm activity. Let’s look at the extreme though. Let’s say that we knew that we would die in a bdsm encounter. Wouldn’t we pursue bdsm anyway? Wouldn’t a heart attack while masturbating and worshiping the ass of a beautiful dominatrix be a great way to go? We all must die someday, isn’t somehow dying due to the extreme excitement of a D/s encounter a perfect check out? Don’t we want to end our lives at the height of fun instead of all alone in a nursing home bed somewhere?

For me this is an easy question. I would much rather leave this world knowing that I had lived my life to the fullest extent possible than leave it a little bit later, but with regrets. I seek to have few regrets when my time comes, and I seek to have as much fun as I can until then.

Conceivably both dominant and submissive could somehow after years upon years of D/s loose themselves to it. The bills are paid, retirement assures that work is done, friends and outside interests slowly fade. What is left in that evening of life could very well be D/s, it could be life itself. The submissive could know nothing; hold nothing but suffering, humiliation, and service. The dominant could know nothing; hold nothing but control, command, and authority. Would this be a bad thing? The couple would live in a sort of distorted reality, would live a limited life, but would that be a bad life? He spent a lifetime looking for true suffering, true humiliation, and true service, would this not be his reward? Likewise she spent her lifetime looking for true control, true command, true authority, would this evening of life not be her reward? If this reality that extended little beyond femdom was fulfilling to both of them, exciting to both of them, could it be considered a bad thing?

Again, for me, this is an easy question. Right now the vast majority of my life is bdsm. In the past I’ve made serious and severe changes to my life just so I could pursue female domination to a greater extent. I would not fear an evening of life that was spent living my dreams and my fantasies even given the fact that these dreams and fantasies are outside of the mainstream and incomprehensible to most.

Bdsm people talk a lot about trust. It is I think true that it is not very likely that a bdsm encounter can rise to greatness if there is no trust between the participants. Possible, but not very likely. What bdsm people don’t talk a lot about though is fear. Fear is certainly an interesting emotion, it can be an enjoyable or a terrible emotion depending upon circumstances, and it can run the range from mild to extreme with ease. What about fear in the hard-core female dominated relationship? Should she desire to instill true fear of herself into her submissive male? Should fear of her be one of his constant companions through life? Will his service to her be better if he fears her? Will his submission to her be more fulfilling to them both if he fears her? Should she deliberately do things to ensure that he remain always fearful of her?

I think that we pervy folks don’t talk about fear very often for a couple of reasons. I think that people who are extremely open about their sexualities don’t talk about fear because they are desirous of greater acceptance in society and are concerned that talk about such a deep emotion which most people find to be negative will hamper that. I think that people who are less open don’t talk about fear because they don’t want to be seen as wimps or weaklings. Nevertheless I think that fear is an important and indeed positive part of female domination. I think that fear makes the submissive feel good and knowing of the submissives fear makes the dominatrix feel powerful. Additionally, in a true dominant/submissive relationship I think that fear of reprisal helps to reinforce obedience, and obedience is at the core of any successful D/s relationship. The wise woman will I think make her submissive fearful of her for doing so is beneficial for both partners.

Limits are a very important part of bdsm encounters and need to be negotiated with care to ensure that any scene is fun and fulfilling for both partners. Do however a submissives limits have any place in an explicitly female dominated relationship at the extreme end of the spectrum? Left over from his childhood the male may have a serious emotional aversion to wearing panties, for whatever reason doing so may be virtually impossible for him to do on a mental level. She however likes her men in panties. Does she keep him in panties despite his mental difficulty? Should she feel guilty about doing so, badly about doing so, or sorry for him? He may be 100% heterosexual but she wants to see him servicing cocks with his mouth and ass. Does she allow his limit against homosexuality stand, or does she force him to service whomever she desires? Should she feel guilty about doing so, or sorry for what he must go through? Should she even care what his limits might be or are only her interests of importance?

In the kind of relationship we are questioning I believe that there is only one manner of legitimate consent, only one decision for the male to make. He may consent to stay in the relationship, to remain a slave, or he may leave. His consent to remain in the relationship, to become or remain a slave is the only consent the female should need or desire. If he desires to become her slave she should use him as she sees fit without concern for his limits. If she wants him in panties he should be kept in panties, if she wants him servicing cock he should be servicing cock. He has consented to do so by maintaining his place in the relationship and certainly she should never feel guilty or badly about having him meet her desires for that is the only reason he exists within her life.

If their shared desires for pain, humiliation, or control are beyond his physical or mental ability to tolerate is it moral for her to force these levels without his consent using severe bondage or other tequniques to hold him in place knowing that in time and with practice he will learn to accept the levels they desire? Does the female in such a relationship morally need the consent of the male submissive, or is the fact that he is in the relationship imply consent to whatever she desires even if she must take it by force?

To my mind this question is very much like the last one, and my answer to it is the same. We live in a free society; he is free to leave the relationship at any time, for any reason. Therefore his decision to remain in the relationship is his consent. It is perfectly moral for her to force him to accept that which he believes he cannot accept. No further consent is necessary. Indeed to say that further consent would be necessary would be to imply that explicit consent would be needed to be gotten for each and every action within the relationship. Surely such a system would not work. As stated in the question, with time his body and mind will adapt to her desires and when they do he will be thankful of the fact that she did not cater to his unnecessary limitations.

If she begins to feel superior to her male submissive, more important than him, more deserving than him should she feel guilt about these thoughts or should she embrace them? If by consistently making him appear weak she begins to feel stronger should she feel guilty about this primitive response, or should she pursue greater weakness on his part so that her feelings of strength continue growing? Might she consider herself an exploiter, a predator and if so should she embrace those thoughts?

Mental obstacles within women, obstacles left over from our upbringing are I think the largest barrier to women’s acceptance of bdsm, fetish, and all other forms of dominance. Women are taught to be weak, to be subservient to men. They are taught that sharing is nice, that they must never think of themselves first. That to be different from this norm is evil. Women need to overcome this negative conditioning. She should celebrate when she feels powerful, embrace feelings of superiority, and delight in looking upon him as the weaker sex. Woman is desired, man desires. The wise woman understands this and uses it to gain power over those men who seek to submit to her.

If the male submissive finds his happiness and fulfillment in watching the dominant female take her own happiness at his expense, if he is most fulfilled when she is most selfish, should she feel guilty about being selfish? Shouldn’t she pursue absolute selfishness within herself? Should not he be required to replace his entire will with her will, and should she not drive to that goal with all possible deliberate speed? Should she not work within herself to overcome all childhood conditioning that taught selfishness to be bad?

Again this question is quite similar to the last one, and my answer to it is the same. Dominant women should recognize that only through their own selfishness can their male find true fulfillment, she should embrace her own wants, needs, and desires, demanding that they always come first for herself and her male. To do otherwise when the opportunity presents is to simply surrender to the conditioning that maintains patriarchy around the world.

Is femdom always a game unless and until she can force him to suffer or serve past his willingness to do so? If female domination is to be something more than simply an act, a drama, must she not be willing within herself to see him and treat him as nothing more than a slave, as property, without thought towards his desires at all?

For most people I think that bdsm is a game. A truly delightful and exciting game. For those so wired femdom can provide mind-blowing experiences like no other. Some people however desire to take femdom further; they desire to live a female dominated lifestyle within a female dominated household. I agree that femdom remains a game unless and until she forces him beyond his willingness, and that it becomes something much more serious after that point. I disagree that she should never give thought to her male’s desires, certainly desires can be easily turned into fetishes, and fetishes are one of her best keys to control.

The male submissive in such a relationship wants to love the female who dominates him and likely will do so with amazing devotion. Does he though want her to love him? Despite his love for her does he seek her love or her contempt? Would he be happiest and most fulfilled if she treated him with love or with disdain? Would she be happiest and must fulfilled if she felt love for him or contempt for him? Would female domination be better for her, would the relationship be better for her if she felt love for him or disdain for him?

This question is a difficult one for me to answer. I wholeheartedly agree that the dominated male will likely love the woman who dominates him and I firmly believe that the more severe she is in her dominance the more he will love her. The ‘nice’ dominatrix will be loved by her submissive husband, the ‘demanding, evil, bitch’ dominatrix will be loved much more. It’s just how guys are wired I guess. “Does he want her to love him?” Alas, I must confess that I do not know. “Does he seek her love of her contempt?” Again I must say that I do not know. I do however believe that he would be happiest if she treated him with a mix of love and disdain, a mix heavy on the disdain side. He wants to feel cared for, but he also wants to feel abused, generally with a good deal more abused feelings than cared for feelings in the mix I think. Lastly, I am not happy to say it, but I do think it true that a female dominated relationship will work better for both partners and as a whole if she does not love her male submissive. I think it sad but true. I believe that too much love in her heart for him will lead her to becoming overly soft with him which is neither fun nor fulfilling for either of them.

Is it more important to her long-term happiness that she feels love for her submissive, or that she have the ability to exercise power? To make her own decisions for both of them and have them carried out by someone who will not argue with our question her? What is more important to her that she love or that she be loved?

This I think must be a question in which everyone’s answer will be different. True female domination does I think require the exercise of power and the demand for unquestioning obedience. These things may be difficult to achieve if she feels love too deeply. Does she want to love, and if she does what benefits does loving give her? Does she want to be loved, and if she does what benefits does being loved give her? How important is it that she has a truly female dominated relationship? The answer to these questions will perhaps suggest an answer to the question above.

Would she be happiest tolerating his sloppiness or forcing it to change? Would she be happiest nagging him to do something or demanding his obedience and ordering it to be done? Should her tone be one of tolerance, one of nagging, or one of critical reproach? Would she be happiest tolerating those things about him that she dislikes, or looking at him with a critical eye and forcing change? Likewise, which kind of treatment would be most joyful and fulfilling to him?

I think that women always want to change their men. That is why so many women nag and complain to their men. Of course nagging never works, never has, never will. I find it odd that so many women pursue the course of the nag when in so many instances their males would happily obey, happily change, if ordered to do so. If she would change her approach, if she would become a dominant woman, she could meet her desires for his change. Certainly too most men would be much happier taking orders than listening to the woman in their life nag. Men understand authority and chain of command. That is why the military, sports, and corporate structures are so popular with them. Simply get him to agree to a chain of command within your relationship, place yourself on top, him on bottom, and begin your orders. He will understand and he will thrive under such authority.

Is it important that her male submissive understand her thoughts and feelings or is it only important that he know the meaning of disobedience and the consequences for it? Does the motivation of either of them matter or is command, obedience, will, punishment, and discipline enough?

I think that perhaps a servant can better serve if he understands the ‘why’ behind what he is asked to do. That said, the desire to live within a female dominated relationship is extremely complex and deep within the psyche. I doubt if most of us will ever truly understand our own motivations precisely, and that makes it almost impossible to understand the motivations of another. Obedience is I think the key, if he is obedient he need not understand what drives her; likewise if she is authoritative she need not understand what drives him.

Should she feel guilty if she stops thinking of him as a person, as a mate? Should she feel guilty if she stops thinking in terms of ‘relationship,’ ‘us,’ ‘couple’ and instead starts thinking only of herself as an individual and he as her possession her servant? Should she try to repress such thoughts, or should she embrace them?

Certainly not. She should never feel guilty for enjoying her life, and giving him the dominance he desires above everything else. If she is doing it right he will become her possession, her slave, that is what he has sought his entire life, that is what will most fulfill him. There is nothing to feel guilty about.

Should she feel guilty or sad if she looses interest in sex with him, if he becomes sexually unattractive to her? Should she feel guilty or sad if the thought of sex with him becomes revolting, nauseating? Should she try to repress such thoughts and changes or embrace them? Should she spare his feelings by telling him that she has stopped having sex with him for ‘his own good’ or to ‘enhance his submission’ or should she not worry about his feelings and communicate honestly with him assuring him that the very thought of him touching her sexually disgusts her? Which approach would make her happiest in the long term? Which approach would make him happiest in the long term?

I think it quite likely that she will loose interest in having sex with him, and not only because of their female dominated relationship. I think that sexual passion slowly dies as time passes and that even vanilla relationships become much less sexual over time. I think that a female dominated relationship will likely increase the speed at which this happens. Does she want to kiss the mouth that just explored her asshole? Does she want to fuck the man who cums while kneeling and licks up his own mess? Does she want to allow him the joy of being inside her cunt or mouth? Certainly there is nothing to feel guilty about here. Should she loose interest in sex with him she should simply tell him so. “I don’t see you as much of a man any more, and you certainly can’t turn me on, so you are not to touch my cunt in a sexual way ever again. Do you understand?” Is an easy and clear way of making her position and her desires known. “Your just a slave, a pathetic little ass kisser with a insignificant cock, the thought of having your cock inside me makes me sick, rest assured that you will never be inside me again.” might be more appropriate depending upon her true feelings. I think however that there is a great deal of good news in all of this. Female domination is not sex, but it is amazingly erotic when done properly. Long after all sexual spark has faded out of vanilla relationships the erotic fire will be burning strong in the female dominated relationship. This is because of the tremendous variety of activities encompassed by bdsm, no lifetime is long enough to fully explore them all, and this huge variety will keep passions running high assuming that all else is well with the relationship.

Should she hesitate or feel guilty about fulfilling her sexual needs with another submissive male? Should she hesitate or feel guilty about demanding her submissives help with her ‘affairs?’ Should she force him to witness, wallow in, and assist in her active sexual betrayal of him? Should she concern herself about any humiliation her submissive may feel over her sexual explorations, and should she try to hide them from others to spare him humiliation?

Certainly not. Her male submissive is not her equal, he is hers to use. As such he has no right to claim her fidelity. She should fulfill her sexual needs with other submissive males, or females for that matter as she sees fit. If she desires her males help with her trysts she should demand it, likewise his participation. She should also not concern herself with any humiliation he may feel over her sexual explorations with others, the humiliation is his to deal with and he will learn in time to do so. I will say however that in my view a truly dominant female does not have sex with ‘dominant’ or ‘alpha’ males. To do so implies that she is not dominant at all, rather just playing a kinky game. There is nothing wrong with such games, they can be delightful indeed. Honesty is however important and if a woman tells herself that she is a dominant female she will not be sexually submitting to an ‘alpha male.’

Should she feel guilty if her communication with him becomes one sided, critical and demanding in tone, brutally honest, and humiliating for him? Would she be happiest saying “Honey, please wash the dishes” or “Get up and wash the dishes, now?” Which would be best for him? Would she be happiest demanding his silence and talking to him as he listens or listening while he talks to her? Would she be happiest saying “I wish you would learn to put the seat down” or saying “I expect the toilet seat to always be down, it was up again this morning so I’ve decided that you will never piss standing up again, you will always sit to pee, do you understand?” Which would make him happiest? Which would make her happiest saying “I’m just not in the mood for sex tonight, maybe another day will work better” or saying “Your so pathetic with that worthless cock, the thought of you putting that inside me ever again makes me sick, go to sleep tonight knowing that I will never fuck you again?” Which would he rather hear? Would she be happiest hiding her lover from her friends or simply telling them “I don’t allow Bob sex anymore so I’ve started dating Jim and we both like him very much don’t we Bob?” Which would be better for him to hear?

Again, she should never in my view feel guilty for exercising her dominance and giving her submissive the domination he craves so deeply. She should always give clear, concise, and detailed orders then demand they be carried out. Anything less leads to misunderstandings, and misunderstandings lead to conflict that is disheartening to both. Clear and honest communication, clear and honest orders make the relationship work and should be consciously pursued. Honest and clear communications make for a happy Mistress, a happy slave, and a successful female dominated relationship. Honest and clear communications have the side benefit of being occasionally humiliating for the male, and males do seem to thrive on healthy sized doses of humiliation, especially when they are frequently given. Why would she hide an outside relationship from her friends when it is so much better for all concerned if she simply told them? The humiliation he will feel in witnessing his ‘outing’ as a cuckold will serve both him and her well. Why shouldn’t she give him orders while on a shopping trip exactly as she does at home? It is good for him, and it sets a good example of a strong woman with her male well in hand for other women.

A life of control, pain, and humiliation can be happy and fulfilling for the male slave, let’s be frank though, it can also often suck. Should she try to make these ‘bad’ times easier for him? Should she worry about him during these ‘bad’ times? Should she feel guilty about these ‘bad’ times? Instead should she not concern herself about his ‘bad’ times in the least? Should she simply require him to obey and muddle through them as best he can? Should she disallow any communication or complaint from him about his ‘bad’ times? Should she simply accept the fact that his life under her control is going to suck and bring herself to a point at which she does not care? Is this acceptance of his lot in life and lack of care about it not the essence of true female domination, a true Mistress/slave relationship? If he is a slave and she a Mistress, does it matter if his life is hard? Isn’t a slave’s life supposed to be hard?

This question brings us back to the societal conditioning women received as children. I imagine that it does suck to be ordered around all the time by some selfish bitch, to be regularly beaten by her, to be denied access to her body, to watch as she fucks another man, to have your asshole ripped open by her dildo. I imagine it sucks in some ways. In other ways I know though that it is deeply joyous and fulfilling for him. If it were not he would not spend a lifetime seeking it! He wants it, he needs it, and he will do anything to get it. Again, there is nothing whatsoever to feel guilty about. If some things about his slavery suck, rest assured that many more are wonderful to him. If they were not he would not remain. Don’t worry about it. Demand that your wants, needs, and desires come first. Demand obedience. Laugh as he suffers; laugh harder as his suffering increases. Use his service. That is what you are in a female dominated relationship for, that is what he is in the relationship for. Anything less is not true female domination in my view.

In such a relationship, what is a slave? What is he? Why is he in bondage, beaten, forced to obey, brutally fucked in the ass? What is a Mistress? What is she? Why is she free, punishing, commanding, and selfish? What are the fundamental truths about both of them, about their relationship?

Alas, I must admit that I am still thinking about this question. It is fundamental to all that we do within bdsm, and I find it fascinating to contemplate.

Is it harmful for the male, female, and their relationship if he thinks that she will be sympathetic to his plight and suffering? Is if harmful if she is sympathetic? Is it beneficial for all three if he is made to understand through suffering that she will not ever be sympathetic?

Yes, I think that sympathy is harmful to such a relationship. She must be strong in the face of his suffering, demanding in the face of his service. He has waited a lifetime for her domination, why would she feel sympathy for him now that he is living his dream?

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